Yesterday was just one of those days. Too much drama. Too many decisions. Too much just...everything. By the time I got home I was completely fried and wanted to disappear into a cocoon on the floor. My dad made the mistake of asking me to decide what's for dinner and Keith (like the kindhearted hero he is) made sure my dad knew that I would not be making anymore decisions that day. I was done.
And even though I was a big ol' grump, even though I snapped at the Carl's Jr. drive-through attendant when he tried to rush our order when we weren't done, and even though I'm sure anyone in the world would've been far more fun to hang out with, Keith didn't run away screaming. In fact, he put his arms around me, dried my tears, and made me feel that it was totally OK for me to feel the way I did. Seriously, I don't know how I got so lucky. He amazes me all the time with his kind heart, his caring nature, and his sweet face.
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